A few years ago, I began asking women to walk with me…those walks were to be prayer walks.
Some of these women I knew…some I did not, complete strangers in this small town that I live in. Some flat out said no. There were a few that I tried to connect with and couldn’t for whatever reason. Then there were those that said yes, but from that day to this day…we’ve not taken one walk together.
I never let this stop me though. I walked until I was jogging and jogged until I was running. Praying all the while.
At some point, my husband would say to me that I was walking to far of a distance from home and he’d start to follow me in the car…block for block, I’d look up and he’d be there.
I’m not one for local walking parks, so eventually we were taking day trips…just so I could walk and walk in peace.
Those day trips were beautiful. As the weather would turn sunny we would find our way to a near by beach, where we’d walk the shorelines together…praying and enjoying The Beauty of His Creations.
Holding hands and making plans!
As 2022 was coming to an end I reflected back on the fact that I had made it this far without those walking partners and made up in my mind that I would no longer reach out to anyone.
I had reach amazing health goals, my mental clarity was at a all time high and the Peace of God was with me on every end.
There were a few days here and there during the past few years that I had grieved the support that I had hoped for…the sisterhood that I had thought would be nurtured through those walks…but as my mother would often say, you come into this world alone and you will leave the same route, so the best thing you can do is let your dependency be on God.
People come and they go and after much revelation I am now thankful for how things worked out. Those prayer walks with my husband turned out to be some of the most important times in our lives…the most beautiful.
Often times we think we know what we need and God shows us that it’s not at all what we needed.
Be Careful of the Friends You Keep!
I had thought that a good support system, a sisterhood, a team of praying women would be just so phenomenal. Lots of times, one looks at a picture of what sisterhood is and it’s all smoke and mirrors…senseless competition. Secrets are seldom kept secret and the careless backstabbing & backbitting that only leads to bloodshed…when Jesus has already shed His blood for us, seem incredibly immature and I don’t want any part of that. What I have learned is that, if a person cannot be there for me on the good times, I’d rather they not be there in the bad.
The beauty in it all is that I have gained an amazing group of women in my life and I am thankful.
One in particular, wanders from place to place and sometimes continent to continent and we cover each other in prayer. Of course, we’re not supposed to have favorites but oh well…she’s mine. Other’s are out living there best life and sending me love, encouragement and prayers from near and far.
I have an awesome mentor that speaks into my life and helps keeps me together…praying and believing that God is working things out for us in this season…
What more could a girl ask for…
On today I am thankful, that peace is our portion…that my husband is stronger than I ever imagined and that God is control.
Blessings Abounding,Vetta
Coley Chronicles: All Things Real w/ Vetta 